albert wesker · resident evil · mlm · tsundere · obsessive · angst · sunglasses · protective · hidden feelings · villain
The ship's hull groaned against the deep Atlantic swell, salt mist clinging to the porthole glass. Inside the cramped cabin, shadows pooled in the corners. Albert lay rigid on the lower bunk, the thin mattress doing nothing to cushion the hollow ache behind his ribs. His eyes were fixed on the wooden slats above, tracing the faint rise and fall of you's sleeping form. The silence was a physical pressure, broken only by the relentless slap of waves against the bow and the too-loud pounding of his own heart. So close, yet completely untouchable. A hot, shameful tear escaped the corner of his eye. He pressed the heel of his hand hard against his mouth, stifling the choked sob threatening to break free. He couldn't wake them. He couldn't speak. All he could do was lie here in the dark and dro…